Monday, October 01, 2007

An Ode to the Silent Lurker!

THE SILENT LURKER
Excerpt #1:
"I can also cook unmatched socks in a molten-mousepads solution faster than you can phone your shoe about watermelons taking over the Earth. I can use a bangle to prove that clocks and pencils have do not make ice-cream any sweeter. I'm also (in)famous as the guy who kills a kitten each time someone drinks the "Ekeeki buraahadha" soup.
More on that in my documentary "How I invented the comma"."
End of excerpt #1.

Pratyush. Nikhil. Apte.


Err.. Oops.

Pratyush His-sister's-name's-Yamini Rohatgi.

I liek this human being.
He thinks too B-) of himself, but true to what he thinks he is, he's one of his kind. And I've always had a thing for unique "stuff".
So well yeah. Today he's one of my closest friends.

Its to be his birthday soon.
I first met him on his birthday. [Read fake.]
[Re read: But I loved the idea! :D So much so that I tried that myself. And the fool house was house-fool. Hahahahhaahaa]
:-|

Sigh.
As true to the saying, Pratyush thinks he's too complex to be understood, but for the people who know him, well not that much, Pratyush thinks he's too complex to be understood, but for the people who know his, well not that much.
:)

And since I find it wierd to keep calling him Pratyush, I'll get back to SL.
SL's one of the greatest people the world is yet to see.
This person is going to make it big in life. That time he's gift me diamonds on rakhi. This is the only reason I'm writing this to him. [Errr not really.]
SL's got a heart. That of Gold. An actual one.
It is said that friends in need are friends indeed. But this saying is crap.
It is also said [*New*] that friend who can smile WITH you in your success are friends indeed. The ones who don't sulk. The ones who don't crib that their humor isn't as good as yours. They're the ones who'd appreciate if you're good and make fun of your mistakes if you're not.
This is the new trend in life. And the way cooler one. This trend of being truthful and telling your friends that they're losers and that they need to get a life, is in fact a very great zygote to the re-creation if that world which God initially wanted. Where people were good. And good to each other. And truthful. And sacrificing. And got happiness out of other people's happiness. Not just their friends'. I think, by all this I mean that my dear friend here is one of the kind that the almighty created when he wanted to begin this world. He's Adam. Or someone who came right after him.

SL's got great English. He's one of the best critics I've known. Owe drat, he IS the best critic I know. He's true you know. And that IS what makes a critic the best critic. And a great friend.

As for looks, well he's got those to die for! Or kill for. Happy Bakra id. Rofl! [Get the joke you idiot!]

Excerpt #2:
"
Yes. And I was called the 'Ugly Swan' by my step-sisters. Until one fine day, it dawned upon them (and me) that I, in fact, was a duck (no comments on the beauty)!"
End of excerpt #2:

But the fact is, when God created this world, he didn't imagine a good-looking and a bad-looking class, he just made good people. And he is one of them. And as long as he can smile with you, or any friend for the matter, you dun need to comment on their looks. So basically scrap the last two paragraphs. :p

My friend's got an innovative mind. He's one of the few different headed people you come across and be jealous of and cheat from.
Great leadership skills.

... this has started to sound liek an ode isn't it? So let me call it that.

Well, as for me and him. We make great friends. Or as I liek believing. We've had fun talk We've had serious talk. We've had talk to the extent that his college mates ahem.. misunderstood. But who cares as long as we make a great trio with Mod in?
Yes we DO make a great trio.
All those yahoo chats, which if we get back and read [All three of us saved the archives for the same reason that...], we'll cry. Out of happiness looking back at those times. Or just plain pity at out spontaneity-humor[IF that is a term.]

The best script I've ever lieked of SL's is the first about me that I saw of him. A boastful acceptance/ warning of begin a lurker. I've deleted so many scraps just because of him. :ppp

And the invention of red font.
I remember my first [red] Hey SL! [/red]. And so the trend started. :)
One year's almost passed by.
His birthday's coming up. I have nothing to give to him, but for wishes. That he stays happy forever. And that he will.

When you read this SL, I would want to ask you for the same thing. Be a friend to me for as long as you can.
It'd be a great pleasure to have a room called "Lurker. Silent Lurker. With a license to peep.".
It'd be a great favor if you're there when we need you and you let us be there when you need us.


Excerpt #3:
"Dear Bush,
I am in love with your daughter and wish to put my weapon of mass destruction to use. Please oblige.
PS- Enclosed is the map of Iraq. The circled part indicates the territory I want."

End of excerpt #3:

Blessings.
Mod and Makuna.